Meet & Three

Meat me at three
For a carnal embrace
Since that’s shift change
Round these parts–
When the trash takes out the poison
& the needle runs away
With the spoon.

Meet me, Jesus,
Meat me
Make me an instrument 
Of thy body bread
Flesh to flesh
Clay to clay
A gospel garbled
On the killing floor.

Eat me
Beat me
You complete me
At three in the hay hem
When I’m lying wide awake
(got that streetlamp thru the window)
Either you come to come
Or else
I’m gonna swallow more sickness
Gonna garrotte this night
Only way I know how
By the neck neck neck
Till it is dead dead dead.

Morning in the ashes
I dust X’s on my eyelids
Repent recant relent
Swear promises I’ll never keep
Write lines of miles before I sleep.

Time flows so slow
Like limpid courses in the crevice
Is it possible to change?
Really change?